
The Serial Killer
victim 3
Bo's pov:
i woke up by the sound of groans, moans and a creaking bed. i couldn't feel anything in my body, accept for my toes.
i slowly opened my eyes and i saw Zayn above me. i now understand the sounds, he raped me.
i think Zayn is done, because he is laying on top of me, breathing heavy.
i could slowly start to feel my legs again but i have to keep them still so Zayn doesn't tie me up.
Zayn opened his eyes again and saw i was awake again.
"ah, what a pity. you missed the show." he said with a fake said voice.
"wh-what show?" i croaked out, my throat is very soar
"we just had sex, sweetie." he said, grinning to himself
"n-no we di-didn't, you r-raped me." i said. he just nodded.
i could already feel everything in my body again and my throat is less soar then before.
i just have to act it now.
"i really didn't want to use that drug, but it's the best way to keep you from moving and screaming." he said, i now understand his eyes. he is just as dark as i am, he also enjoys his victims weak and helpless.
"a-are you g-going to kill m-me?" i asked, he nodded.
"i didn't wanted to at first but you are so damn hot, and now that we had sex, i can't have you telling everyone. did you see the news lately?" he asked
i nodded "it was you wasn't it? the murderer of that man and girl?" i asked. he smiled and got of of me to, i guess, get his weapon.
i am now thankful for the fighting lesson in America because i don't have a knife or gun at the moment. he turned his back towards me to grab his gun.
i quickly got up and kicked him in his popliteal, this made him fall down forwards.
i got onto of him and punched him in the face.
"for"
punch
"who"
punch
"do you"
punch
"work!"
punch
i screamed the last word and this caused him to flinch at the sound of my voice.
"o-okay, okay. i-i don't work for anyone, i-i do it f-for fun, for the adrenaline kick.."
i sighed, "great, a newbie" i mumbled to my self.
"wha- what?" he said, clearly surprised.
i rolled my eyes. "i'm a serial killer myself, i came to Italy to kill Stephen Noordhoff but you already killed him. you are a newbie, you have no rules and clearly no idea what you are doing. you killed two people in the same city right after each other. this causes people to notice you and that can't happen!" he looked shocked and surprised.
"wh-why did you tell me this?" i rolled my eyes at this comment.
"i, obviously, going to kill you" i said matter-of-factly, i then rolled my eyes one more time before saying
"goodbye Zayn Malik." and then grabbed his knife out of his hands and stabbed him, he couldn't stop me because he is weak in comparison of me.
well then,
Zayn Malik.
Serial killer (newbie).
dead!
i woke up by the sound of groans, moans and a creaking bed. i couldn't feel anything in my body, accept for my toes.
i slowly opened my eyes and i saw Zayn above me. i now understand the sounds, he raped me.
i think Zayn is done, because he is laying on top of me, breathing heavy.
i could slowly start to feel my legs again but i have to keep them still so Zayn doesn't tie me up.
Zayn opened his eyes again and saw i was awake again.
"ah, what a pity. you missed the show." he said with a fake said voice.
"wh-what show?" i croaked out, my throat is very soar
"we just had sex, sweetie." he said, grinning to himself
"n-no we di-didn't, you r-raped me." i said. he just nodded.
i could already feel everything in my body again and my throat is less soar then before.
i just have to act it now.
"i really didn't want to use that drug, but it's the best way to keep you from moving and screaming." he said, i now understand his eyes. he is just as dark as i am, he also enjoys his victims weak and helpless.
"a-are you g-going to kill m-me?" i asked, he nodded.
"i didn't wanted to at first but you are so damn hot, and now that we had sex, i can't have you telling everyone. did you see the news lately?" he asked
i nodded "it was you wasn't it? the murderer of that man and girl?" i asked. he smiled and got of of me to, i guess, get his weapon.
i am now thankful for the fighting lesson in America because i don't have a knife or gun at the moment. he turned his back towards me to grab his gun.
i quickly got up and kicked him in his popliteal, this made him fall down forwards.
i got onto of him and punched him in the face.
"for"
punch
"who"
punch
"do you"
punch
"work!"
punch
i screamed the last word and this caused him to flinch at the sound of my voice.
"o-okay, okay. i-i don't work for anyone, i-i do it f-for fun, for the adrenaline kick.."
i sighed, "great, a newbie" i mumbled to my self.
"wha- what?" he said, clearly surprised.
i rolled my eyes. "i'm a serial killer myself, i came to Italy to kill Stephen Noordhoff but you already killed him. you are a newbie, you have no rules and clearly no idea what you are doing. you killed two people in the same city right after each other. this causes people to notice you and that can't happen!" he looked shocked and surprised.
"wh-why did you tell me this?" i rolled my eyes at this comment.
"i, obviously, going to kill you" i said matter-of-factly, i then rolled my eyes one more time before saying
"goodbye Zayn Malik." and then grabbed his knife out of his hands and stabbed him, he couldn't stop me because he is weak in comparison of me.
well then,
Zayn Malik.
Serial killer (newbie).
dead!
Notes
so that was Zayn, a bit of a sup rising end don't you think?i think so, anyways... next up
next stop: Liam Payne/Styles, Harry's long lost brother.
i hope you like it so far :)
xoxo
This is an amazing story! Keep going with it!
➳ Simran ➳
8/7/14